I hate myself in interviews. All of a sudden, you stop and you're like, 'Chris, how dare you?' I don't live in Darfur. I have both legs. But you can't walk around all the time being like, 'I'm so grateful I'm not in Darfur.'
Computers rather frighten me, because I never did learn to type, so the whole thing seems extraordinarily complicated to me.
But one does not make living writing poetry unless you're a professor, and one frankly doesn't get a lot of girls as a poet.

